Margie!!! As I type that name I want to scream! No words can describe the level of terror this woman woman inflicted on us 3 kids.
Dad still had a heroin monkey on his back, not much food in the house, lots of parties, and cold pizza for breakfast. On our coffee table stood a jackass cigarette dispenser. When it’s tail was lifted, a “smoke”would slide out of its butt.
The dirt streets and the alleyways were lined with metal trash cans where my older brother would find himself looking for food on his way to school in the morning.
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This is taken from a story named “Margie” The entire story can be found Here.